The house was strange.

The paintings on the wall were hung upside down, traces of red liquid graffiti on the wall, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

"Daughter, I have prepared food for you, you must eat it." The ghost mother spoke again.

I had no choice but to sit at the dining table.

Green pepper stir-fry, braised ribs, steamed fish, tomato scrambled eggs, pork stew with vermicelli...

The food on the table looked normal.

But I knew there must be a trick in it, maybe if I take a bite, I will "snap" and die.

"Eat."

The ghost father and ghost mother sat across from me, staring at me with dark eye sockets.

I picked up the chopsticks, but didn't dare to move.

Eating would mean death, not eating meant being a disobedient child, which would also lead to death.

I stared at the predominantly red dishes on the table, and my gaze finally fell on the only green dish—green pepper stir-fry.

[It is well known that green is a safe color.]

There was no choice, I had to take the risk.

I picked up a piece of green pepper and mechanically chewed it in my mouth.

"I'm full." After swallowing, I put down the chopsticks.

The ghost father and ghost mother didn't say anything, so I left the dining table and returned to my bedroom.

One hour passed, and I was still alive.

It seemed like I made the right gamble.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that what was said in the text messages was all true.

So if I want to escape from here, I need to get the black card.

But where is the black card?

The text message only provided me with fifteen rules.

Perhaps... there would be new clues at Jiang Yuntian's place.

Just then, the dead silence of the house was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Oh, it must be Uncle Clubs." It was the voice of the ghost mother.

I was stunned, and immediately rushed out of the room.

"Don't open the door!" I shouted at the ghost mother.

"Why, your uncle is waiting outside, obediently, step aside and open the door."

"Because, Mom, you have something more important to do right now, it seems like your beloved daughter is sick and running a fever, come and take a look at her."

[Parents both love you.]

I couldn't believe that I was less important in my parents' eyes than that silly Uncle Clubs.

As expected, the ghost mother walked over, but did not open the door.

The ghost mother's hands were cold as she placed them on my forehead.

Seeing the ghost mother approaching, my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

Her dark eye sockets seemed to see through my thoughts.

But I forgot that there was still someone in the house with hands, and that was the ghost father.

"Then I'll go open the door." The ghost father said as he stood up from the sofa to open the door.